Royce da 5'9" - Which is Cool lyrics

I guess I'm not typical which is cool
I guess I'm not hip as you which is cool
I guess I'm not into the shit
You're into which is cool
Nigga you's a bitch and your bitch
A dude which is cool

I look around and all I see is fools
Some of y'all got street cred
Some of y'all got pre-approved
Some of y'all got red carpet rolled
Out for y'all quick as you
Drop, went right from a Honda to a box 62
They dance and they ballin' and they
Zonin' like they Victor Cruz
Labels only care about hit's and
Views which is cool
Not only am I the alchemist, I'm the evidence
The wicked witch is cool
The cause of her demise
Reminds me of this jet I'm in


A flyin' residence
If you don't write your own rhymes get
Offended this is to you and you
Listen fool no more bars for you
You can't raise the bar
You ain't in the buildin'
Matter of fact you can't
Even lift the stools, fool
That liquor disappear from my
System like skippin' school
Me and these niggas live by the
Same don'ts but different do's
To get they name out they
Willin' to get the lube
That Balmain fit me like my religion true
Call my assistant tell him I'm slippin'
I'm spittin' jewels
Somebody come out and get them
Like them Memphis dudes
We independent, while y'all flash bitches
We in the trenches, ball
Sack lickin' addiction
Y'all need interventions
The gas pedal mashin' the carpet
In them SL Benzes
The dash retarded like the special olympics
The needle leanin' past the finish
Line like Lance Armstrong
I'm exotic smellin' like your
Baby momma vagina, bonfire island
A Creed Avensis
I'm not a killer I'm just stricken
With a sickness called homicidalitis
Flat screens surrounds me and my dubs
Seat up in my whip
So she can read her twitter
Mentions in three dimensions
It's no such thing as flossin' if
You ain't never seen a dentist
But some of y'all need to take them
Gold slugs out of your face
Load 'em in the pistol and shoot
'em the fuck into outer space
Maybe I ain't rich as you which is cool
Maybe I ain't weird as you which is cool
Maybe it ain't a style to be lyrical

I don't give a motherfuck
I just get your mother touched
I pick my own date, pay my way
Call that double dutch
I grip the ass, I dump the tip
Call that shit the double clutch
Wax on, wax off, clean that ugly stubble up
Bonsai, truth is gonna un-lie at sunrise
Your makeup's running
Uber's gonna catch you when it comes by
You boys are entertainment
I understand you like the bitch
But you are pretty famous
Sweater like the one Cosby
Wore at his arraignment, uh, I stay patient
Pray gracious, made milli's
While billi' racin'
Now they wanna trade places
As my ceiling raises
My prime lays dormant, they computerized
Not I see, I'm straight torrent, I clock in
Write it with my pen, out my acorn
And then I clock out
And leave a black cloud on all eight corners
Started with us to hear the pop
Loud - Robin Harris' House Party
I bet y'all acquit it
Like a child killing cop trial
All you see on the ground
Is an empty rock vials
Like Tommy Lee and Pam Anderson
I'm in the Trump Tower
With this here piece manners
Here, Magnum condom fit, like Juelz Santana
Bandana gear, I used to need antifreeze
She about to need antifrizz, antifrizz
I'm Pac and I'm Nas when I
Famed danced to anti big i'm not a star, ho
I'm on Uranus on a pantie binge
Far as are as y'all aside
From flaming all of y'all
I feel like I fathered all of your bars
Like I came up in your granny's crib
The most interesting man
On the god damn planet
Beef is having a nigga's bitch
Fix me some god damn salmon
Beef is trying a nigga's clothes on
When he ain't home
Beef is your wife, when kids at school
Texting me "They're gone"
I just took a dip in your swimming pool
Which is cool i think, you need to find
Some more comfortable slipper shoes
Which is cool